The Rainbow Bridge

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.

There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigour; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent;

His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs
carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.

The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your
life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together

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One of my dogs gave birth 10 years ago (she went into heat unusually early), and I kept one of her babies with her. They formed a healthy bond over the years, but two days ago while I was away I was told she had run away. I rushed home, and joined the search. After 24 hours, I received a call from someone who saw a dog dead on the side of the highway that matched her photo, and sadly, it was her. I took her home and buried her on my property. Not to be too grim, but she was so badly hurt by the car that the memories of carrying her to my car, and preparing her to be buried has left me with symptoms of PTSD and anxiety, I'm an individual with a strong will and constitution but seeing what, to me, was my little girl broken so badly is not something I will get over easily. I also blame myself for not finding her in time.

Her two pack-mates remain. The male, who is my right hand and has a role of dominance over the other two but has a strong respect for me and my son, seems to have accepted it and is moving on with life. The girl, her mother, is another story. She audibly cries, avoids food (but still eats eventually), and does not want to leave anyone's side. I know that, she was her baby (in a way I was more of a grandfather). I'm at work now, but when I come home I'm going to take them both out for some play. I know what I need to do is care for the living, and myself, but any advice on how to do this would be welcome.